What are you doing?
- Letting it out. - Why?
Otherwise, it will tear through the bottom
of the ship.
There won't be a satellite in the skies
or a missile base in the world
that won't be under my control.
Mark, you talk as if it were alive.
I believe it is.
[Whirring]
Look at it, it's..
Get out, as fast as you can!
[Dramatic music]
[Explosion]
[Theme music]
[Music continues]
[Instrumental music]
Mr. Schubert?
Mr. Schubert.
[Sighs]
Brent, may I congratulate you
on your exquisite sense of timing?
Oh. Thank you, sir.
It's the mini sub, it's found the mud worm.
Well, that might have waited until after dessert.
Have it scoop up mud worm and bring it home.
[Beeping]
Uh, yes, sir, it's trying.
[Beeping]
I think you'd better come in here, sir.
In the middle of a creation..
[Chuckling] Don't hold your breath.
[Beeping]
Ouch!
What?
Uh-oh.
Brent, either, either shut that thing off
or make your comments a little more cogent.
[Beeping]
The mini sub is trying to get a towline on.
But the mud worm..
Uh-oh!
Brent!
[Beeping]
The mud worm refuses to allow the mini sub to hook on.
It seems to be... Fighting back.
What are you talking about?
Uh-oh!
Brent, if I hear those two syllables once more..
I'm sorry, sir.
But the mini sub is supposed to secure a towline
and bring the mud worm in.
'The mud worm is programmed to cooperate'
"with the docking procedure, but instead'
it..
Uh-oh!
Okay, composure!
Composure.
What the devil is it up to now?
I don't know, it seems to have gone completely haywire.
There's a scientific observation if ever I've heard one.
Give me a depth reading.
Twenty one thousand feet.
It can't even operate at that depth.
That's seven million dollars worth of my own equipment
it's attacking.
The mini sub can't survive that bombardment for long
Mr. Schubert.
[Zapping]
Seems you are right, Brent.
We still have it on radar.
Give me a reading from mud worm's chemical content.
Five eight five six grains.
That's, uh, 13.01 ounces.
Eight months work.
More than half the world's supply of k-7
sitting there out of my reach.
It would be tragic..
If?
If we couldn't depend on Mark Harris
and our friends on the cetacean
to bring it out for us.
Suppose they, uh, refuse to get involved?
Think natural law, Brent.
Think inevitability.
Their involvement is as certain
as a ball rolling downhill.
Set it in motion
it has no place else to go.
[Intense music]
(Crawford) It's in the general area of the domingo deep trench.
The Navy says they're puzzled, I'd say they're climbing walls.
But there is something on the bottom.
It's small, mobile and deadly.
Have they got a fix on it?
Sir, would you sign here, please?
I'll get that later, jomo.
Take this to communication.
- Will you, please? - Yes, sir.
It's one of the problems, every time they think
they've got it located, it shifts.
And at that depth, they can't send anything after it.
It's attacking shipping at random
doing incredible amounts of damage.
- Who's shipping? - Uh, good thought.
But it seems to be attacking whatever
passes over it, regardless of nationality.
There are just great, gaping holes cut into the hulls.
We are ready to go.
What do they want us to do with it?
Find it first, find out what it is, how it operates.
Who put it there?
That's right. A matter of Navy priority.
Number one, defuse it. Number two, what makes it tick?
And if it cannot be approached?
Then I think they're gonna want to blow it out of the water.
[Instrumental music]
Are we ready to depart?
Yes, sir, all stations ready?
Cetacean to sea base.
Beginning departure procedure.
Roger, cetacean, disengaging walk through.
Stand by to activate gantry.
All systems green, cetacean. Sea gate opening.
(Jomo) We have landing lights in monitor.
Bow lights on.
(Male #1) 'Entrance in out position.'
locked in, sea base.
Gantry released, ten seconds.
Five.
Four.
- Release. - 'Releasing.'
[dramatic music]
(Jomo) 'Gantry on lock, sea base.'
(male #1) 'Confirmed, cetacean.'
'set your engine for all ahead, slow.'
all ahead, slow.
You're on your own.
[Instrumental music]
Metal mass dead ahead, 180 yards.
Ahead slowly, please.
All ahead, head slow.
Can you pick it up?
On camera six, now.
One hundred and fifty yards.
Elizabeth, do you have an analysis?
Reading.
Mass checks out.
On spectrograph, we have beryllium, cadmium
small amounts..
Platinum... vanadium.
We have some very sophisticated metallurgy, Mark.
One hundred yards.
Overall density, 8.9.
Carbon content, negligible. It's new.
Picking up on camera seven, maximum magnification.
Anybody got a name for it?
Heat sensor shows erratic pattern.
Seventy yards.
Stop at 50.
Steady as she goes.
[Beeps]
Fifty.
All stop.
What do you make of it, Mark?
I'm not sure.
Jomo?
A probe or something.
It almost looks alive!
Jane, can you give me a general check on the area?
I sure can.
Circle it slowly.
- Don't get any closer. - 'Yes, sir.'
(male #2) 'I have the surface vessels turning, too.'
107 degrees. Distance, 3 miles.
- Nothing under water? - No, sir.
I'm still checking on that surface ship.
Contact it, if you can.
- All stop. - All stop.
Can we zoom in on the tail fin and amplify?
Like that?
(Mark) 'Fine adjustment, please.'
can you read it, Elizabeth?
"schubert enterprises."
yes.
Have you made contact with the surface ship?
Yes, owner aboard.
He wants to speak to you by name.
Yes, we are old friends.
Put him through.
[Dramatic music]
Am I talking to Mark Harris?
This is Mark Harris, Mr. Schubert.
Mr. Harris, what a pleasant surprise.
Does your call mean you found my little runaway?
Then it is yours.
I'm embarrassed to say it is.
Will you tell us what it is and what it is used for?
It's a mud worm, Mr. Harris.
'If you want it's full name'
'it's the mobile underwater device'
with oceanic research module
and it's supposed to locate minerals
from me on the ocean bottom.
Copper, aluminum, silver, that sort of thing.
It has been causing a great deal of damage.
I heard that. What a nuisance.
Nuisance? You know what kind of damage it's caused?
Well, it does have a self defense mechanism built into it
and I'm afraid I've lost control of it.
It's turned renegade.
'Why don't you just sweep it out of the way for me?'
sweep?
Dispose of it, Mr. Harris.
Anyway you wish.
I have no further use for it.
But a word of caution.
'Be careful.'
'it's in a terrible mood.'
which I can't say for myself.
I feel marvelous, Brent.
And in a mood forsea urchins.
'Fetch me one or two, will you?'
almondine. Today.
[Instrumental music]
Put me through the cetacean
and patch it into my office, please.
Reading you, sea base.
Mr. Crawford for Dr. Merrill.
Cw on the line, Dr. Merrill.
I'll patch you through, cw. Dr. Merrill's on the line.
- Elizabeth? - 'Here, cw.'
I just finished talking to the Navy.
Their orders are, don't go anywhere near that thing.
They've decided to destroy it.
The sooner, the better.
I have a feeling we'd been pulling
schubert's chestnuts out of the fire.
Not this time.
We do have a little problem, though. Is Mark handy?
I am here, cw, I've been listening.
(Cw) 'The Navy can't go down deep enough'
'to maintain effective control over z-1 torpedo.'
'they want you to home it in for them.'
well, how will that work?
They release and you take control
at 3000 feet, take it on down.
Once it makes visual contact with the target
it's equipped to zero in and detonate on impact.
We will have control of the torpedo?
Under 3000 feet.
There'll be at rendezvous in..
'...one hour and seven minutes.'
'that's 3 o'clock, foundation time.'
[intense music]
Torpedo ejected.
Radar contact established at 1800 feet.
Angle of descent at 32 degrees.
We'll reach 3000 in 38 seconds.
Prepare to take control.
Control unit set.
Torpedo at 3000, now.
Control established.
We're locked in.
'It's ours.'
torpedo at 4500 feet.
Estimated visual contact, about 50 seconds.
The mud worm keeps giving us dirty looks.
That's because it is not aware of its danger yet.
Bring the torpedo down as fast as we are allowed.
Increasing descent angle to maximum.
Visual contact in six seconds.
Put it on the main monitor, please.
Punching in camera eight, now.
Close in on target.
Correcting torpedo course.
On target.
Lock it.
Course locked.
What is our distance from the point of impact?
Twelve hundred yards, safety factor of plus one.
We'll know it goes off andthat's just about all.
Torpedo approaching target.
One thousand yards.
Nine hundred.
Something's happening at the mud worm.
(Mark) 'Put it through on the main monitor.'
[beeping]
600 yards.
[Beeping]
Elizabeth?
Instruments show, uh, an increase as the magnetic force
still ringin' on that glow.
Four hundred yards.
[Beeping]
Magnetic indicator off the scale.
Torpedo at 300 yards.
Whatever that ray is, it's locked on the torpedo.
Mark, I'm losing control. It's fighting me.
- Increase power. - I'm at maximum now.
I-I-It's getting away!
Torpedo turning.
[Beeping]
Am I wrong or is that heading towards us?
It's the mud worm.
It's turned that torpedo around
and aimed it straight at us.
[Dramatic music]
[Intense music]
Can we detonate?
- Not in our control. - Evasive action?
No use, it's programmed for visual control on us.
What is the distance?
Eight hundred yards and closing.
From the mud worm?
Six hundred yards.
- Orders? - Wait.
- Stand by to take control. - Of the torpedo?
The mud worm's range seems to be about 600 yards.
Above that, we'll have a chance to override.
- Now. - Feeling it.
- Responding. - Prepare to deflect.
[Music continues]
[Explosion]
Take a look at this.
It's goin' home for the day.
The Navy is puzzled. They don't know what went wrong.
Once you had control, nothing should
have been able to take it away from you.
(Mark) 'They were not aware of the capabilities'
'of the mud worm.'
'for that matter, neither were we.'
at this point, they acknowledge
they are open to suggestions.
It was not their fault.
We all know whose fault it was.
Schubert.
He warned us to be careful.
Next time you talk to him, tell him, "Thanks a lot."
(cw) 'Listen, the Navy won't attempt to tell you'
'how to handle it at this point.'
but you know what they'd give for a chance
at a good close look at that glow worm.
Mud worm.
Whatever. It's up to you if they get a chance or not.
(Cw) 'Fact is, it's all up to you.'
[dramatic music]
X-rays, Mr. Schubert.
What on earth would they be doing with x-rays?
Analytical photographs.
- Can they harm my cargo? - No, sir.
I can't tell you how mud worm will react to them, though.
Then all we have to do is hope that
mud worm won't destroy them before they've done
what I expect them to do.
And if it does?
I don't see how I can lose on this one, Brent.
Either I get my cargo back
or I'm permanently rid of Mark Harris
and his annoying little group.
(Elizabeth) 'One of it's legs is damaged and useless.'
it can still move around but not as confidently as it should.
The claws are probably more efficient
than a human hand.
The nozzle can swivel to cover a wide field of fire.
But not straight up or back.
Which means that from at least one angle, it is vulnerable.
You have a strange name for that. Someone's heel?
Yes, achilles heel.
So if we approach it, it must be from above.
Well, if we ever come close to it, I think
we could disengage it's active component
from the power source.
- And render it inoperative. - Yes.
Now, take a look at this.
- What is that? - 'An X-ray photograph.'
(Elizabeth) 'Apparently, it has a small storage area'
down there on its under part.
We used maximum X-ray power
and we were able to penetrate everything
but whatever it is in that storage area.
So you do not know what it is.
No, I don't. It's non-metallic.
It's something I've never come across before.
My theory is that's what the thing's been doing.
Collecting whatever that is
from the ocean bottom for schubert.
Is there any way to find out what it is?
Well, we've got a chemical and molecular analysis working.
When I get the results, I'll radio them to cw
and see what he can find out.
(Jomo) 'Mark, we need you here.'
What is it, jomo?
It's moving, picking up steam.
Orders?
Follow it.
[Intense music]
Speed?
Fifteen knot.
Let us see what will happen if we attempt to overtake it.
- Close the distance. - All ahead, two third.
Closing. Forty yards.
Continue closing.
- Mark? - Yes, Elizabeth.
I've got a tentative analysis of that material
stored in its under side.
Now subject to confirmation
it appears to be a substance called k-7.
'A radioactive residue of billions'
of prehistoric sea microbes compressed together
through millions of years.
Now, we know almost nothing about it.
But nobody has ever been able to find it before.
Apparently, Mr. Schubert has.
Well, we don't know how he's done it.
Until now, it's been like the quark.
A substance thought to exist
but which has never been successfully brought
within the realm of scientific analysis.
Well, if it only exists at the sea bottom
and at these depths, that is not surprising.
Well, at any rate, I think we should leave it alone
until we know a little bit more of what we are dealing with.
We cannot do that, Elizabeth.
Jomo?
We've been following it now for a couple of hours.
Its course puts us in a direct line
with commercial sea lanes.
Elizabeth, we've been told how destructive to shipping
that has been out where it was.
We cannot allow it to get in a position
beneath the sea lanes.
Well, what are you gonna do?
Attempt to force it to turn around.
Backward will do less harm.
Is it stopping?
- Stop engines. - All stop.
[Intense music]
Orders.
We do not wish to alarm it.
As slowly as you can
maintaining the same elevation and distance..
Circle it.
Circle course, right. All slow.
Got it on camera one.
Elizabeth, do you detect any activity?
None.
Make a 180 degree turn.
(Mark) 'When you get behind it, move in.'
camera three.
'I believe it means us no harm.'
'schubert said it had a protective device.'
it will only attack if it perceives
our actions as hostile.
Mark, you talk as if it were alive.
- I believe it is. - Well, how can it be?
We know it comes from schubert's laboratories.
We also know it has been at the sea bottom for a long time
and in that time, something has happened.
- What? - Something has entered it.
What? You mean like a hermit crab or something?
There are no hermit crabs at these depths.
Mark, I know. But you said that..
One hundred eighty degree turn, completed.
You said it had an achilles heel.
Yes, above and behind.
Move in over it.
Make no sudden moves. Make it very, very slow.
All ahead, slow.
[Music continues]
We do not know what its reaction will be.
Be prepared to withdraw quickly if it attacks.
- Distance? - Ninety yards.
- Maintain course. - Aye-aye.
Eighty yards.
I have signs of magnetic activity.
Stop engines.
All stop.
[Beeping]
[Siren wailing]
Look at it, it's..
Get out as fast as you can.
Full speed astern.
Power out.
[Music continues]
Random solid state, short circuiting!
We're falling. I'm loosing control.
Auxiliary engines.
Deck!
We're dead in the water and falling.
If we continue our forward course
we're gonna land right in its lap.
'It'll eat us alive.'
[dramatic music]
Put every man you got in repairs.
Yes, sir.
Activate airlock.
What are you gonna do?
You know the film we saw the other night?
- "the bull fight." - "The bull fight?"
Elizabeth, we have an enraged bull out there.
I'm going to try and lure it away from the ship.
[Music continues]
Mark.
Elizabeth, can you hear me?
Our engines are still out, but we have communications.
We have you on the monitor.
Can we help you?
I do not know how.
I believe it has seen other small objects, Elizabeth.
Fish. So it does not see me as an obvious threat.
Well, why don't you come in while we make repairs?
Elizabeth, make repairs as quickly as you can.
I will try to render it inoperative.
[Dramatic music]
[Beeping]
We've located the trouble.
Look!
[Beeping]
[Explosion]
Joe, I need you in here!
[Beeping]
He's after the motor connection.
[Beeping]
[Music continues]
The power's back on.
Elizabeth, it is inoperative.
I am coming aboard.
[Instrumental music]
[Music continues]
Magnet in position.
Full power.
Activating magnet.
Bring it up.
Retracting.
Mark?
Yes.
Introduce me to your friend.
They've got it.
I'm right again.
Admit it, Brent.
I have a knack for gauging adversaries.
My confidence in them was not misplaced.
I believe you owe me $100.
Oh, yes.
It was touch and glow down there for-for a moment.
Yeah. It might have killed him.
And no doubt, one of these days, one of my devices will.
But we must be philosophical about those things.
What happens, now?
Now, they returned to their base
with my prodigal aboard.
And at some time on their way to the surface
they'll pass through 12,000 feet.
And?
And at that level, our controls will function once again
and we will order mud worm to come home.
But it will be in their ship.
That's their problem, Brent.
I'm sure mud worm will find a way out.
[Chuckles]
Mm.
[Intense music]
(Elizabeth) 'Why are you doing that?'
because it is broken.
Fascinating to think that it contains 12 ounces
of perhaps the rarest substance in the world
with properties we can't even begin to imagine.
Hm. But schubert can.
He must. I think we should remove the k-7 now.
Mm-mm. Too difficult.
Orders are to let it stay until we get home.
The Navy doesn't wanna risk damaging their specimen.
Strange to see it dead.
Thinking what it was like.
It is not dead, Elizabeth.
Merely not operating. That is not the same thing.
- You placed a guard over it? - 'Yes.'
why?
Just because it is not functioning
does not mean it can't.
I will set its course for home.
- 'Mr. Schubert?' - Yes, Brent.
When we get the mud worm aboard..
I can only guess, of course, at what went wrong with it.
How much do I pay you for guessing?
Oh, well, I mean, I..
You were saying?
It's going to cost a great deal of money to repair it.
Now, I've been studying the blue prints.
I would say that tapes 37 and 41 are twisted.
And that one of the programming cards
possibly number 11 is wedged out of position.
Now, if we strip the whole thing down...
No, Brent.
We remove the module with the k-7
then we toss the little monster overboard.
But that's seven million dollars worth of machinery.
The world's supply of k-7 is estimated at 21 ounces.
I have 13.01 of them.
You really think I'm worried about seven million dollars?
Once I put all of that to work, there won't be a satellite
in the skies or a missile base in the world
that won't be under my control.
You're a brilliant theoretician, Brent.
Best that money can buy. But you have no brains.
Watch your depth scanner.
We're waiting for the magic's
twelve thousand foot level, are we not?
[Dramatic music]
Elizabeth.
Why would one man want to have so much power?
You've got predators in your world, too.
For food, Elizabeth. For life.
But not for power.
[Music continues]
Raise cw for me, please.
Yes, sir.
Cetacean is at 14,000 feet.
Rate of ascent has slowed down.
Patience, Brent.
What goes down must come up.
Mark, I've got the Navy on the other line.
Well, how soon can we expect you back?
Four hours. That's good. Hold on, please.
Admiral, in four hours.
Yes, sir, we'll keep you informed.
Right.
Mark, they can't wait to get their hands on that..
That mud snail.
Sooner the better.
Right. Bye-bye.
Mark, I'm really glad it's over.
It will only be over when we have delivered
the mud worm to the Navy.
Perhaps, not even then.
(Brent) 'Twelve thousand five hundred and rising.'
(schubert) 'They do more for me than most people in my employ.'
twelve three.
I do hope they're not hurt in this little maneuver.
(Brent) 'Twelve one.'
but that's a risk I have to take.
(Brent) 'Twelve thousand.'
alright, you little monster.
Come home.
[Dramatic music]
[Snaps]
[Rumbling]
[Music continues]
[Clanking]
What are you doing?
- Letting it out. - Why?
Otherwise, it'll tear through the bottom of the ship.
[Dramatic music]
'You noticed the pictures? Four color printing.'
'the easy read-type face.'
(Mark) 'The paper is very nice.'
oh, listen, that's finest bond.
The publisher of this encyclopedia
has spared no expense.
Is this is a binding or is this a binding, huh?
- It looks like leather. - Oh, it's better.
Leather cracks. Not this stuff.
I mean, you're gonna Cherish this set for a lifetime.
You know, a lot of people hand these down to their children.
Kinda like a family heirloom.
- It must be very expensive. - Would you believe?
Free.
- But the materials alone... - Oh! No.
This is a once in a life-time introductory offer.
Now, you look like an intelligent young man, right?
I mean, full of curiosity about the world, right?
- I am trying to learn. - Well, we all are.
But you're not gonna have to look one half inch
further than right here.
Would you like to guess how many items
of useful information are in this set?
I mean, just take a little guess.
- A several thousand. - You're wrong!
Ten million. Can you imagine?
Ten million items of useful information.
The sum total of human achievement
right at your fingertips.
- And all for free? - Well..
Thank you. You're a very nice person.
Hey, wait a minute.
We have to talk about the set first.
Uh, there are 23 more volumes
at the regular sale price of $42.95 each.
Twenty four volumes?
As an added bonus, we're prepared to offer you
one half price on the special laminated wood book rack
'specifically designed to hold the collection.'
we have book shelves inside.
Oh, not specifically to hold these
beautiful examples of the book maker's craft.
I mean, you look like a sensitive young man
who would, who'd wanna take care of his precious possessions.
Thank you. I will just have this one free volume. Thank you.
But, but, I..
[Instrumental music]
- Good morning. - Good morning.
A very nice man just gave me this.
And the binding is supposed to be better than leather.
- He just gave it to you? - Exactly, Elizabeth.
No charge at all.
Are there many people like that in your world?
People so proud of what they make
that they give them away?
I think the idea was that you were supposed to buy
a lot of other books and may be even a rack.
Well, he did mention other books and a rack.
But he did not make what you call a big deal out of it.
He will.
Oh, no, Elizabeth. He was not that kind of man.
I hope you're right. But I doubt it.
- Now, about Mr. Schubert. - What about him?
Mark, you don't seem to understand what schubert can do
with all that k-7.
Oh, yes, I understand.
Elizabeth has explained it very well.
[Telephone ringing]
Cw Crawford.
There is no need to find Mr. Schubert, Elizabeth.
He will find us.
Elizabeth, it's schubert.
'He wants to talk to Mark.'
Yes, Mr. Schubert.
Mr. Harris!
How very pleasant to be chatting with you once more.
I understand your people have been looking for me.
(Mark) 'That is true.'
but I'm always in for my friends. I wish I had known.
Mr. Harris, Mark..
I have never asked you for any favors
and yet you've always given unstintingly.
I'd be ungrateful not to respond.
I'd like the three of you to be my guests
as soon as you can make it.
Where?
Well, it's rather hard to find. I'll tell you what.
Call when you get close and I'll come down and get you.
Alright, Mr. Schubert.
One more thing.
I love to entertain, but only for my friends.
You won't pass this around, will you?
'I'd like to keep it intimate.'
we will come alone.
You know the island of pereira?
'Yes.'
one mile due east
of its southern tip.
And don't bother to ring.
We'll be watching for you.
'You follow my instructions and we'll ring you.'
- 'good day, Mr. Harris.' - Goodbye, Mr. Schubert.
[Intense music]
We can triangulate by satellite observation.
I told him I would tell no one.
Coming up on coordinates.
Pereira island, one mile due west.
Schubert said east.
Cw, we're east.
If the island is west, we're east.
Communication from schubert's ship.
- That's schubert. - For Mark.
Put it through, please.
Mark!
Good of you to come.
As you suggested, Mr. Schubert.
And without a convoy.
I do envy your single-minded devotion to virtue.
We must discuss that some day.
What would you like us to do?
Not us, I'm afraid.
You. I want you to come on alone.
Tell me where.
We'll discuss that when you get here.
I don't want to do anything to put you off.
- 'Put me off?' - It's colloquialism.
I don't want to do anything to discourage you.
But I do insist that you come alone.
[Dramatic music]
You don't mind a little water, do you?
[Laughs]
'Just swim to my ship. Bye.'
[Music continues]
[Knocking on door]
Come in.
Mud worm.
I'm afraid it's gonna give me a very bad time.
It obeyed my summons to return home and then... This.
It broke out of its cradle like a mad thing
and wrecked the place.
The little monster even attacked me.
Monsters have been known to turn on
their creators before, Mr. Schubert.
Forgive me, but I find it hard to accept
other people's philosophical ease over my losses.
Where is the mud worm?
It's on the bottom now.
Sulking.
I knew it would happen.
How did you know?
You programmed much of yourself
into the mud worm, Mr. Schubert.
Is it not then predictably stubborn, greedy, self-centered?
Capable of childish temper tantrums?
I'm not greedy.
I just want what belongs to me.
It will never give up its cargo to you.
I have no sense of vanity about this, Mark.
I'm hoping it will give it up to you.
You expect me to get it for you.
You did before.
It represented a danger to shipping before.
Well, it represents a far greater danger to shipping now.
Certainly to this ship
and all the innocent people on it.
Mark, as a parting gesture
that demented snit managed to activate
its own self destruct mechanism.
Have you any idea what will happen
when 13 ounces of k-7 are detonated?
'I don't.'
but unless you help, we're all going to find out.
[Intense music]
Don't argue, Mark.
You have thirty eight and a half minutes.
"angels rush in where fools fear to tread."
[music continues]
You have an electronic brain.
Think. Interpret what I'm saying.
I'm not your enemy.
You were hurt.
Helpless. I could have destroyed you.
Instead, I repaired you.
[Music continues]
You are in danger now, but from another source.
Let me help you.
You know I mean you no harm.
To help you, I must touch you.
[Clanking]
I am your friend.
[Dramatic music]
You will be able to return to the ocean floor.
Free.
'But first, you must do something for me.'
I believe the 1792 Sherry will be appropriate
for our celebration, Brent.
Why don't you bring it up?
- Now? - Confidence, Brent.
A helicopter is ready. We're in good hands.
It will all turn out well.
Sixteen minutes, sir.
In exactly four, we can be on the helicopter.
Boldness isn't foolhardiness.
Yes, sir.
The Sherry, Brent.
Yes, sir.
When I think of it..
Half the world supply of k-7 at my fingertips.
That perfidious pile of junk!
[Dramatic music]
Oh!
Help!
You must have said something awful to it, Brent.
Ah! Ah!
You better watch your language in the future.
- 'Mr. Schubert.' - I'll send you a check!
Mr. Schubert!
[Music continues]
The k-7 will be returned to the ocean floor.
But what about the-the mud worm?
It'll no longer be a danger to shipping.
Oh, how can you be so sure?
It understands.
Mark, we saw you on the monitor.
You seemed to be talking to that machine.
Elizabeth.
I do not talk to machines.
[Dramatic music]
Jomo, take us home.
All ahead, full.
[Instrumental music]
[Theme music]